Notes on a Starbrary Quartz: A Poem in 3 Parts

Notes on a Starbrary Quartz, Part I:

Maybe someday there will be an answer to all this pain. A cacophony is not an answer, but a splitting in two. No - into - a separation of the stillness of one. Focus on the interstitial, the soft, smooth, textured pause between troubled forms. They'll never leave. Where it breaks is the most fragile, the most vulnerable, the most susceptible... focus there to guard the innermost dimension of actual movement, not its affects.

Notes on a Starbrary Quartz, Part II:

The prayer of a girl,

the watch of a king,

an owl in the night,

the turn of a ring.

All this but a slice,

for a world in the wing,

or a dream by a mountainside

full of marvelous things.

The scepter remains

for those who can see,

not a notion, idea

but a feeling pulled free.

Notes on a Starbrary Quartz, Part III:

Touch the horizon.

Note where it binds

as pockmarked tears

shed ridges to climb.

The silver light bends

if only to share

an incandescent familiarity

through solidified air.